Magenta Portulaca
A brilliant sun peeks through dark clouds
And ask the fog to leave
As the moss rose waits for the bright rays
Magenta blossoms to weave
The hidden sun held captive by clouds
Rises higher in the sky
Openings it takes to release
Rays, earth feed, and joy supply
Unfinished
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